Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Poke an eye out

At night, when G is supposed to be winding down and getting sleepy, he rather gets wound up. He runs around the house in circles, screaming like a banshee. The more tired he is the more running and screaming he does. I don't get it; the more tired I get, the slower I become but I suppose that is an instance where logic plays in favor of the adult.

Last night, while we were going through the routine he tripped and hit his eye on the rail of my bed, splitting his eyelid open. There was - of course - lots of blood, which is fine on other people but when it is coming out of either of my children it totally freaks me out. I called B - who was at the gym - he seemed to think G would live until he got home. Just to be sure I called my MIL/FIL, first aid and accident-prone-children experts, who also thought that steri-strips would do the trick (and even generously offered to run out and get them for me although they were exhausted from a long day).

G spent the time between his accident and the time the dad-bulance arrived in my bed, eating popsicles (which make everything better) and watching cartoons. A real treat, in his book. Today he shows how remarkably resilient children are by commencing his running and banshee screaming antics first thing in the morning - in my opinion, far too early for such shenanigans.

dad's first aid to the rescue!

He even helped himself this morning to Ovaltine. When I found that he done this, the only thing he had to say was, "I wanted some chocolate milk, mommy."

chocolate face


Krista P said...

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!!!

How in the WORLD did you keep your cool? You were in shock weren't you? I would have packed the kids in the car (forgotten all about telling JP) and headed for the hospital. Then would proceed to wait for several hours because it's not a life-threatening injury. Wow.

Is he ok? seriously? He seems to be handling it like a champ though! There's nothing a little popsicle or chocolate can't fix.

Like the dad-bulance too - nice touch.

Oh, and by the way, the colors in the pictures look very vibrant. nicely done!

Anonymous said...

I just read about G and can imagine your anxiety (to put it mildly--your almost heart attack). As for the daddy fix, what medical school did Brandon go to again??? G looks fine even though you were scared out of your wits and I'm sure you'll go through many of these mishaps again unfortunately. I went through the same hell when my Gran visited and fell in the yard--took her straight to the UrgiCare Center and I think they wanted to treat me instead cause I was a wreck. But do tell Brandon that he must finish his residency just in case I visit and break a bone. That "X" thing is so not attractive on a grown woman. Hugs Hon.